Part One: Chapter One

Ava Delaney.

"I'm here! Sorry for being late" I shouted, running into the hotel I worked at while struggling with a bag on my shoulders. 

I ran into the lobby, ignoring the stern look I received from Ashley, the receptionist. She sat on the front desk in our staff uniform, a white shirt and a blue pleated skirt, with a blue pair of glasses sitting on her nose. She was around my age too but there was a more matured charisma she carried.

"As usual" She muttered and I laughed softly before going around her desk to drop my bag under her table. 

"Help me hold on to these. Is the boss around yet?" I asked, looking around frantically at the lobby. It was a beautiful room with a bright silver chandelier above us. Two sofas and Ashely's workspace. 

"Not yet. But hurry he should be here soon. Just get changed. You have about ten rooms to clean but you have to start at the top floor, Brandon is already at the bottom floor" Ashely said, typing quickly at the computer in front of her. 

"Ok which rooms are clear?" I asked, looking around before bending low, hiding behind the table and removing my shirt. I swept back my brown hair from my face and put on the white shirt I wore everyday. 

"Suite 206, 210 and 230 for the top floors. Ok let me see I think suite 228 is free too. The guests are gone and today is Friday. You need to be as quick as possible. You know we have more guests on the weekend" Ashley concluded, looking down at me with wide eyes. 

"Are you really changing here?" She asked and I smirked, buttoning my shirt and pulling down my skirt. 

"Watch me" I said cockily. 

"I'd rather not. Just be quick. Told you Brandon is working on the ground floor today and he can walk in any moment. How's Avery doing by the way?" Ashely asked, looking away to continue typing at her computer. 

I quickly put on my skirt which wasn't so hard because the table was high and I was on the short side. I pulled on my flat shoes from my bag and stood up to brush my skirt. 

"She's fine, doctor said she's getting better according to her last chemo" I answered, closing up my bag and pushing them further under the desk. 

"That's good to hear, did your landlady fix the drainage this time?" Ashley said sadly, unzipping her bag to get a rubber band which she handed to me. 

I placed it between my lips first and swept my head to a bun before tying it up. I picked my name tag that read "Ava" and underneath it "Cleaner" in italics and pinned it to my shirt above my breast. 

The name tag was the most degrading piece of my uniform I owned but it was compulsory because my boss didn't want the guests to think we were one of them. He was that professional. 

"Not yet. The hallways were flooded last week too" I replied sadly. 

"She's horrible. Honestly you don't deserve this kind of life. Drunkard father who got shot, mom committed suicide and twin sister has cancer." Ashley said, looking at me with sad eyes.

"Nobody does." I shook my head and gave a forced smile to avoid thinking back before looking down at the table to admire my reflection. My brown hair was tied to a bun and my bright brown eyes stared back at me. A beauty mark was behind my right ear. I smiled, my sister had hers on her left ear. 

Ashley gave me a sad face but I only grinned, coming out of her space to stand in front of her, not before taking out my headphones and hanging it around my neck. 

"Gotta go now!" I announced, snatching the master key card from Ashley's desk before winking at her and leaving the lobby to the janitors closet to get my cleaning supplies. 

I got them and started to head to the elevator when I saw a glimpse of another cleaner and the only male, Brandon. 

I quickly ran to the elevator not wanting to speak to him right now, he was so inquisitive and I didn't have the time to answer all his questions. I pressed the button to the last floor and stepped out of the elevator when I reached. I dropped my cleaning supplies and placed my headphones in my ear, then took out my phone and played Monster by EXO.

The Korean Pop blasted into my ear at the loudest volume and I started down the hallway as I looked at the suite numbers on the doors. 

What was the suite Ashley mentioned were free again? I tried to recall them as I nodded my head to the beat of the music. 

I think she mentioned suite 200 was free, right? 

I looked at the brown door that read suite 200. Yes, she did. I concluded, taking my key card,  swiping it to the reader and opened the door. 

The suite was one of the biggest on the floor, in fact the hotel itself was meant for only extremely rich people. It cost a ton to spend the night here. I closed the door behind me and looked around. A huge bed stood at the center, with grey duvet on it. A glass of whiskey stood on the table beside it. A huge TV mounted on the white wall reflecting back the light from the huge chandelier above me. 

I walked further into the room passing a door that led to a sitting room, heading to the huge glass wall that stood in as a barrier between the beautiful city and the exquisite room. 

It was bursting outside with the sun shining mercilessly down at the people waking about and heading to work. 

I sighed, before picking my mop to clean the room while the music blasted loudly in my ears.

The song changed to BTS 'Boy with love' and I took my mop just close to my mouth and started to sing to it at the top of my voice. The walls were soundproof so I wasn't disturbing anyone. 

"Oh na na na!" I sang the only part that wasn't in Korean. I should have played the remix with Hasley so I would at least be able to sing something.  

RM's solo came up and I took off my shoes and jumped on the bed, with the bottle of soap in hand I continued singing gibberish at the top of my voice. It was times like this that I wished I knew Korean. But that didn't stop me and I hummed to some parts while jumping on the bed. 

"Boy with love, oh na na na!" I sang, throwing my hands in the air, my hair had come out of the bun and I swept it around my face. I was a terrible dancer but that didn't stop me and I moved and jumped around the huge bed. 

But when I turned, my eyes caught a movement and I looked to see someone coming out of the bathroom. 

A towel was tied around slender waist, and water dropped down his torso. He had six packs and the water slide around it like a maze and escaped into his lower region. I continued to trail up to his face, his sharp jawline that could cut through diamonds. Pink lips that were wet making it appear more kissable.

Then lastly I was met with blue eyes. Blue cold eyes that glared at me hatefully. His black hair fell in wet bangs on his face dripping down his temple and to the floor. 

He was hot. He was the most gorgeous person I had ever seen. Like a Greek god that just stepped out of the pages of a historical book. 

My jaw dropped and I scrambled to take my headphones out of my ear, I could hear the faint sound of the music blasting through it as I stood still on the bed. 

Has someone been here? 

I thought Ashely said Suite 200 was free? Or had I mixed it up and went to an occupied room? 

Has he seen me dancing? On his bed nonetheless? 

Oh God what was I going to do?!

It was when he spoke, I shook out of my thoughts. 

It was a deep baritone voice that sent shivers down my spine, there was something commanding about it. Something cold and harsh laced with his voice. 

"Why is a filthy cleaner standing on my bed?" He said. 

Please let the ground open up and swallow me together with his bed. I thought. 

Because I was in deep trouble today.